The insider's guide to an activist

Ha, well, since my friend went ahead to publically promote my blog, I'd better get around to writing something as well :)

One issue that has been close to my heart lately is the inner dealings of the activist heart and mind.

How do you feel about living in a World where you feel like you're going against the grain all the time?

Animal activists - perhaps even more so than any other working for a justice cause in the World - are having a hard time keeping their heads clear, their hearts from bleeding or just growing numb to or crashing under it all.

Must feel hard. Stressful at times. Many feel like they're suffocating. I see depression around me all the time. It amazes me but then I remember I've come close to it too one time.

So how do you survive in a World where not many seem to share your ideals, your wisdom, agree with you or even seem to understand?

Well, to be honest, I think this is the way every single person feels, who goes along with their dreams, proudly, trying not to worry about what is normal. This person may feel the love that isn't accepted, dress in a different style from others, be socially awkward so they laugh at inappropriate times, or don't speak at all.

And those who seem to be feeling fine? I bet they're not exactly going for their wildest dreams.

So yes, when you're a vegan and an advocate, you feel like you're fighting against most of the universe, the laws of the land and the ignorance and sheer malice of the society.
But what I think is that we, every single one of us, need courage just as much as the next person.

I have a friend who I think is gorgeous, but who thinks of being strange, not quite fitting anywhere. I have a friend who thinks that nothing they do is ever enough. I have a friend who seems to have it all together but thinks love may just not be meant to ever come their way. I have a friend who constantly builds bigger walls, coloring them brightly while complementing others for being sincere.

Some of my friends are vegan, some are not. To me they all sound the same. I would like to hold everyone in my arms and give them pocketfuls of courage.

I think if we all were courageous, we'd be brave enough to be compassionate, too. And even though we're vegan, we're still just the same as anyone else, scared inside. 

If this text seems somehow unintelligible, it was partly meant to be obscure, to encourage independent thinking; and partly because my inner poet was released the other day by a presence of another poet.